Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

"It's simple,"

Liu Gongfeng said solemnly, "We just need to find a few more shops in each city to prevent them from forming a monopoly. They'll compete with each other on price. Plus, they're certainly aware that this sort of thing is all about making money from people's curiosity."

"After the first wave of interest passes, it won't be worth much."

"Moreover," he added, "those who buy the replica Memory Stones will keep talking about them with relatives and friends. I estimate that within seven days at most, if all goes well, your fame, my lord, without mention of anything else, should have no problem surpassing that of the least known among the Evil Cultivation."

The Wang Family Patriarch's mouth slowly opened, and after a long while, he muttered, "But isn't this... somewhat disgraceful? I have many relatives and friends in Yun City."

"Face is the least valuable thing,"

"Forget about that, come here!"

Liu Gongfeng hurriedly pulled out a Memory Stone from his bosom and aimed it at the Wang Family Patriarch, "We need to add another scene; you have to say your name. I'll come up with a catchy phrase for you."

"Hmm..."

"I, Wang Tiedan from Yun City, dare to stake my life against the Heavenly Dao, who else dares to stand on the same stage!"

...

Fame Ranking.

At the time of major updates to Heavenly Dao, a new ranking based on the cultivators' fame will change daily; however, the accumulated fame points will not be removed.

This means that even if you become nationally known within three days, but no one talks about you after those days,

your fame points will still not decrease.

You will still receive the daily Heavenly Dao Blessing associated with your rank.

This is perhaps what they call striking while the iron is hot. One could anticipate that the cultivators ranked in the top hundred of the Fame Ranking will consider their daily Heavenly Dao Blessing as an unexpected boon.

And just like that, the gap between cultivators of the same rank gradually widens.

...

Outside the Capital, within a certain peak.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe embroidered with black peonies, stood erect like a pine tree at the edge of a cliff, his back carrying a long sword, exuding a sharp Sword Intent.

Simply standing there,

made one feel a pain in the eyes at first glance.

This was a sign of Human Sword Unity, with every plant and tree acting as a sword, and the released Sword Intent made it impossible to look directly; but since he had only recently stepped into this realm, he could not yet control the Sword Intent freely.

This man was none other than Ji Taiping.

The number one Sword Cultivator in Da Xia Country.

With the Cultivation of the fifth level of Golden Core, he wielded a Cold Sword unmatched in the world; as long as those old demons did not emerge, even cultivators at the sixth level of Golden Core, he could just as easily slay them.

At that moment, Ji Taiping stood at the cliff's edge with a cold expression, looking towards the Fame Ranking in front of him.

However, upon seeing himself ranked thirteenth, a cold glint flashed across his eyes, clearly dissatisfied with his position.

And it was at this moment—

A tall and beautiful woman, looking as if she had stepped out of the Immortal Realm, dressed in a white long dress and barefoot without a speck of dust on her feet, slowly walked out from the bamboo forest, leaning her head against Ji Taiping and whispered,

"Kill everyone ahead, and brother will naturally be number one."

"Nonsense."

Ji Taiping shook his head before affectionately tousling the woman's hair, his eyes flickering with a mischievous light as he laid his hand on her shoulder and let it slide down, "You too are ranked ahead of me, at fifth place."

"Could I actually kill you as well? Besides, the first place is surely His Majesty's, who would dare surpass that."

"Hmm."

Ji Renjian gazed distantly at the rolling clouds in the sky, and after a moment, she murmured softly as if her voice was made of cotton, "Brother, are you with me merely because as a Heavenly Dao Beauty, I can greatly accelerate your understanding of the Sword Dao."

"Or do you truly love me?"

"What nonsense."

Ji Taiping's expression darkened as he shook his head, "Since you were little, I've doted on you in every way. Were you a Heavenly Dao Beauty back then? In your heart, do you really see your brother as such a utilitarian person?"

"I truly love you,"

"I once made an oath before you, with the sword in my hand, declaring that if my love for you contained even a speck of impurity, one day I would certainly shatter into pieces along with my sword."

"You also know that I am a Sword Cultivator,"

"Oaths taken by Sword Cultivators with their swords are absolutely without a hint of falsehood,"

"How about—"

As a glint of lust flashed in Ji Taiping's eyes, he abruptly drew Ji Renjian's soft, boneless body into his arms, caressing her up and down, "Let me take good care of you right now."

"Mm..."

Ji Renjian's cheeks instantly blushed as her mouth was sealed: "But...you are my distant cousin...and the Crown Prince won't agree..."

"If he doesn't agree, I'll kill him,"

"You can't... kill..."

"Then what do you suggest we do, once I become the strongest in Da Xia, my sword will be the only law of this world!"

"I want to marry you, who dares to stop me!"

...

Two teacups later.

Ji Taiping lay on a grass mat beside a cliff, his eyes flickering with ruthlessness and anticipation as he gazed at the name "Bai Yi," ranked 986th on the list.

White-clothed Sword Cultivator.

The former premier Sword Cultivator of Da Xia Country.

They both gained fame on the same day, both renowned for their rare talent in the Sword Dao,

But the world deemed Bai Yi stronger because he always bested him by just one move—no more, no less. Even after Bai Yi fell in battle as he was hunted down by the Capital City Zhang Family, some still believed he was inferior to the White-clothed Sword Cultivator.

Just because...

He lost by only one move every time.

Just a single move was enough to keep his position as the foremost Sword Cultivator of Da Xia unstable. When people occasionally spoke of him, some shortsighted ones would remark that if not for the White-clothed Sword Cultivator being hunted to death, Ji Taiping would never have become the top Sword Cultivator of Da Xia.

Over the years.

He had killed many storytellers who boasted of the White-clothed Sword Cultivator.

He wanted the world to forget the White-clothed Sword Cultivator and only remember him, Ji Taiping, as the true premier Sword Cultivator of Da Xia!

He had thought that Bai Yi had long perished, killed by the relentless pursuit of the Capital City Zhang Family. But unexpectedly, Bai Yi had reappeared on the "Fame Ranking," indicating he was still alive, whereabouts unknown!

As long as he found Bai Yi!

Defeating him honorably before the eyes of the world!

No one would then dare to question his status as the first Sword Cultivator of Da Xia, and it would also clear the unease in his heart.

Thinking of this,

Feeling exhilarated, Ji Taiping couldn't help but caress Ji Renjian firmly in his embrace. Hearing the beauty in his arms softly cry out in pain, he quickly came back to his senses, affectionately resting his chin on her head and muttered dreamily,n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I, Ji Taiping, must become the Sword Cultivator recognized by everyone as the premier of Da Xia..."

"No, not just as a symbol of the younger generation's top Sword Cultivator of Da Xia, I want to be the foremost Sword Cultivator that even the old demons would fear!"

"And you, the most beautiful woman in the world."

"With me, it is just right."

...

Meanwhile, in an inn in Fufeng City, Chen Qiu was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his entire body ice-cold as he circulated his mental technique. Fat Long and others sat anxiously by his side acting as guardians, not knowing what else they could do.

The issue was quite serious.

The resentful spirit of that Golden Core fourth-layer Cultivator was currently perched on Chen Qiu, almost crushing him to death, his body as cold as the underworld itself. If you stuck out your tongue to lick it, it might freeze and stick together.